Devil of the Highlands (Devil of the Highlands 1)

Chapter Seventeen

Evelinde stepped through the door in the castle's curtain wall when Fergus held it open for her and moved out onto the small bit of land between the stone wall and the edge of the cliff. Her gaze slid over the lonely, desolate spot, but there was no sign of Biddy. Her attention then moved to the pile of stones that was Jenny's resting place, but there were no flowers there to speak of Biddy's recent visit.

Frowning, she turned back to see Fergus pushing the stone door closed behind them. "She is not here. " The soldier peered over the area and shrugged. "Mayhap she's already going back. "

"We would have passed her," Evelinde pointed out.

"Nay, there is more than one path. I just picked the quickest one. Biddy may have gone another way. " He shrugged again, then raised an eyebrow. "What diya want with Biddy?"

Evelinde managed a crooked smile. She'd been trying to think how to tell him what she'd learned and what she suspected all the way out here and simply been unable to decide how to start her explanations. Evelinde supposed it was actually a good thing that Biddy wasn't here else she'd have led the man blindly into a situation that might have been dangerous.

"Lass?" Fergus prompted. "What are ye needing with Biddy? Mayhap I can help. "

Evelinde smiled wryly, knowing he couldn't answer the questions she had for Biddy, but after a moment, she asked, "Fergus, what do you recall of her sister's death?"

"Jenny. " He said the name sadly. "Losing her upset Biddy something terrible. She was very fond of her sister. "

"Fond enough to kill the man who was responsible for making her kill herself?"

Fergus was silent so long she didn't think he'd answer, but finally he moved over to the grave of stones and peered over them. "Ye found the letter. "

Mouth suddenly dry, she asked, "The letter?"

"Aye. Maggie found it some years ago. I should have destroyed it then, but they were Jenny's dying words, and I didn't have the heart to take it from Biddy. " He turned a sad face to her and shook his head. "So I tucked it back in her chest so she never even knew it was gone. "

"Maggie found the letter?" Evelinde asked faintly, realizing she'd made a big error in judgment. A foolish one when she really thought about it. She'd known in her heart of hearts that Biddy wasn't a killer. She'd also known that Fergus held feelings for her and that he was capable of killing. As a soldier, that was all he trained for—defending his home and people by killing others. She never should have come out here with him.

"I doona ken why ye had to stick yer nose in, lass. "

Evelinde took a wary step back as he started forward.

"If ye'd just let the past lie… Now I'll have to kill you, too, to protect Biddy. "

"To protect Biddy from what?" she asked grimly, continuing to back away as he approached.

"To protect her from anyone finding out she shot the arrow into Darach. "

Aware that she was drawing close to the cliff's edge, Evelinde began to move sideways rather than back as she asked, "You have known all this time that she killed him and have been protecting her?"

"Nay, she didna kill him," he countered firmly. "I did. "

"But you just said she shot the arrow into Darach," she pointed out with confusion.

"Aye, she did," he acknowledged. "But that isna what killed him. He was mending, so I smothered him in his sleep on the third day after he was shot. "

Evelinde stopped moving. Relief had washed through her as she learned that Biddy wasn't a murderer after all, alas that news didn't help her now. Hoping to keep him talking while she figured out a way to escape him, Evelinde asked, "It was not the infection that killed him?"

Fergus shook his head. "It was his own stupid inability no to follow his cock that killed him. "

Her eyes widened in shock, but he didn't apologize for cursing in front of her. She doubted he even noticed he had. The man was suddenly furious.

"He had a good woman to wife, did Darach!" Fergus said, suddenly shouting. "Biddy loved him. The woman thought the moon and stars rose in his eyes and forgave him every transgression," he said almost plaintively. "Dear God, any man would kill to be loved like that. "

Evelinde nodded her understanding, "Or kill others to gain it. "

Fergus scowled, but said, "Aye. He didna deserve her. It was bad enough that he was crawling under the skirts of every servant and wench he came across while she wept her eyes red, but then to go after her sister?" He spat on the ground. "Biddy forgave him those other women, but I knew she wouldna forgive that. She loved Jenny something fierce. "

"You told her?" Evelinde asked uncertainly. She was more than a little confused by the suggestion that he had. The letter she'd read had seemed to imply that Jenny was telling Biddy something she didn't know when she revealed the affair and subsequent events.

"Nay. I wanted to, but couldna hurt her like that… but I knew. I came across the pair of them, Darach and Jenny, here in the third week of the first visit. He was charming his way under her skirt like he did every other female. 'Twas like a sickness with him. The man just couldna resist. And Jenny, she was so taken with him, crying out how she loved him, and was so grateful to be loved by one such as the laird. " Fergus shook his head with disgust. "Darach didna love her. The man never loved anyone in this world but himself. "

"He didna even have enough kindness to lie to the lass. He grunted away on top of her until he spilled his seed, and when she again begged him to tell her he loved her, Darach just laughed, and said, 'Of course I love ye, I love all women, they are flowers to be plucked. ' And then he chucked her under the chin like a child who'd just performed a fine trick, and said, 'That was fun. Mayhap I'll give ye another tumble later in the day' and walked off, leaving her here, crushed. "

Evelinde bit her lip. She couldn't imagine the humiliation Jenny must have suffered in that moment.

"Aye," Fergus said, reading her expression. "He was nothing but a rutting animal. And he left her here in a terrible state. The stupid chit tried to throw herself off the cliff that day, and maybe I should have let her, but instead I stopped her and calmed her down. In the end, she decided she wasna ready to die. She begged me not to tell Biddy and to help her leave early, and I did. I got the lass out of here before Biddy could realize something was wrong with the girl and force it out of her. I wouldna see Biddy hurt by it all. "

"But Jenny came back," Evelinde pointed out.

"Aye," Fergus said heavily. "I wasna here when she arrived two months later or what followed might no have happened. " He sighed and shook his head. "She was with Darach's child. " Fergus paused and eyed her briefly, then said, "If ye've read the letter, ye ken what happened next. "

Evelinde nodded solemnly. "Aye. Darach rejected her, and she killed herself. "

Fergus frowned. "We tried to stop her. She had slipped the letter under Darach and Biddy's chamber door before she hanged herself. I was coming above to light the torches—we kept them lit then—and I saw their bedchamber door open. Darach started to step out, then paused and bent to pick up the letter from the floor. He opened it, read it, cursed, and went to Jenny's room, but she wasna there, so he hurried past me and rushed below.

"I followed. He was heading for the curtain wall. He must have thought she'd planned to throw herself off. Halfway there, Darach crumpled up the letter and shoved it in his sporran, but it wasna all the way in and fell out without his noticing after just a couple of steps.

"I picked it up and read it, then tucked it in me own sporran and turned back to the keep. I, too, thought the girl had probably thrown herself off the cliff. I had no desire to see her broken body, so headed back to await the news in the great hall. But when I walked back into the keep, Biddy was screaming. She'd found her sister hanging in the solar. "

"If you had the letter, how did Biddy get it?" Evelinde asked.

"Two weeks after Jenny died, I put it in the solar where she'd find it. I hoped she would think the lass had lef

t it. "

"Why?" she asked with dismay. The man had just spent several minutes telling her he couldn't do this and couldn't do that because it might hurt Biddy. But in the end he had done the one thing most likely to crush the woman.

"I was sick of watching that bastard Darach act like the loving, caring husband. He'd caused the death, he'd caused the sorrow, and Biddy was grateful for the arm he gave her to cry on about it!"

Fergus closed his eyes briefly and shook his head. "I didna think it through. I wanted her to see him for what he was, but didna consider how she would react. I left the letter and went out on the hunt with the others, happily anticipating her confronting him when we returned and revealing him to all and sundry. Instead, she shot the bastard. "

"Are you sure she did?" Evelinde asked hopefully. "Mayhap it truly was an accident. "

"Nay. It was Biddy's arrow. The fletching gave it away," he explained. "She'd had a pet swan when she first married Darach. It had died some years earlier, but she'd kept the feathers and always did her own fletching, alternating white swan feathers with those of a goose or whatever was available. I recognized it at once and knew Liam would, too. There wasn't time to remove and replace it with another, so I covered the fletching with blood and dirt, hoping it wouldna be noticed. And it wasna at the time. "

"But her arrow didn't kill him," Evelinde pointed out. "You said you did. "

"Aye. I smothered him in his sleep, but all just thought it a result of the wound," he explained, then added with regret," Biddy was devastated… But I knew it was just guilt, and she'd mend in time. "

Fergus fell silent, his gaze on the stones covering Jenny, but she suspected that wasn't what he was seeing. Evelinde was sure his thoughts were in the past and took the opportunity to glance around, her eyes seeking a path of escape or at least a weapon she might use to save herself. She never really completely took her attention off Fergus, however, and when he apparently finished his ruminations, raised his head, and took a step toward her, she quickly asked, "Why kill Cullen's father, Liam?"

"Liam. " He uttered the name almost like a prayer.

"Ten years had passed," she pointed out. "Why kill him so long after the first death? Surely you had got away with Darach's murder by then?"

"Aye, I thought so. Those years passed peacefully, and I had almost forgotten all about Darach… until the arrow came back to haunt me. " He clucked unhappily "I didna ken it at the time, but Liam had apparently taken Biddy's arrow to his room the day it was removed from Darach. I thought it had just been thrown away else I would have stolen into his room and taken it at the time, but I had no idea and thought all was well. "

"That mistake forced me to killed Liam," Fergus said with what she thought might be true regret. "I didna like to do it. Cullen's father was a fine man, much finer than his brother ever was, and his death was truly unfortunate. "

"And still you killed him," Evelinde said quietly, her gaze sliding quickly around the area again. There were several rocks she might be able to put to good use but little other than that.

"It was for Biddy," Fergus explained, reclaiming her attention. "It was all my fault, and I couldna let Biddy pay for it. "